House of Goths

by Maria Bernard

  “Kelley…” she repeated in a voice so rich and velvety that it nearly destroyed him.

  With both hands in her hair, holding her in place, he kissed her again and again, his tongue tracing her lips before diving in between them. He nearly lost it when she moaned and rolled her hips against him, that lovely warm spot between her legs, pressing desperately against his hardness.

  One of his hands went automatically to her backside, gently giving her flesh a lusty squeeze while helping her along. Pushing his hips up as she pressed down.

  Becky was completely overwhelmed. One moment she’d been sleeping in her bed, the next she was in Kelley’s arms, panting heavily while her body writhed against him.

  “Want to get naked?” he asked, needing more direct contact with her skin.

  “Oh, yes, please,” she said so quick, she surprised them both.

  “That’s my girl,” he cooed, loving the way she so eagerly trusted him.

  Trembling with excitement, Becky sat up, and with her eyes, pleaded with him to do the dirty work. Excited as she was, she was still very shy and new to this level of intimacy.

  “Nothing to worry about.” He sat up facing her. Slowly and gently he began rolling her nightie up over her head. “Nothing I haven’t seen before,” he said with a boyish grin. “Speaking of which, hold on, love.” He twisted and turned, reaching for his night table. Moments later he lit up a candle. “Much better…”

  “Oh, how handy of you,” Becky said, quickly covering up her breasts with her hands. “Always at the ready with the candles.”

  “Well, you know me. I’m a real lady killer,” he said with a wicked grin.

  “Right…” she said, suddenly very self-conscious, despite the lighthearted banter.

  “Aw… don’t be shy with me,” he said, seeing the uncertainty in her eyes, her small hands doing their very best to shield her treasures from his hopeful eyes. “Let me see you. All of you.”

  “I thought you’d seen it all before,” she said with a rueful smile

  He reached out and tucked her hair behind her ear, sweeping the messy mane around her back. “I have, yes.” Sitting up closer to her, he lightly traced his fingers down her neck towards her chest. He then gently but firmly removed her hands from her breasts. “But with different eyes,” he said with a hitch in his voice at the sight of her perfect, small, round breasts, her pink nipples, pebbled and begging to be kissed.

  “So beautiful…” Without further ado, he bent his head and took one in his mouth, the other in his warm hand. In this position with her sitting with her knees bent and legs tucked behind her, brought his face precariously close to that other part of her, he so eagerly wanted to explore.

  “Oh, Kelley…” She sighed, wrapping her arms around his head. The sensations that he was stirring with his masterful mouth, his lips and the occasional nip of his teeth on her breasts were almost too much to bear. Just when she thought she couldn’t take any more, he’d switch from one to the other, equally dividing his attentions between her painfully sensitive nipples.

  All she could see of him in this position was the back of his head and the span of his shoulders. His long raven hair served almost like a curtain, shielding her nudity from all but him. Then if things couldn’t get any more intense, she felt him leave her breasts to then kiss the swell of her belly. Before she could think to stop him, not that she’d dream of it, he pressed his face in between her thighs and took a deep breath. A fraction of a second later, she nearly screamed at the feel of his clever tongue diving between her clenched thighs and taking a quick taste.

  “God, you’re perfect,” he said, pulling back, reaching around his head and prying her fingers from his hair. She obviously hadn’t realized how hard she’d been tugging on it. Not that he’d minded.

  “Oh… sorry,” she said, holding her hands up to her face.

  “Nothing to be sorry about. Feel free to pull my hair as much as you like,” he said with a lazy smile as he sat up, placed his hands on her knees, swiftly wrenched them apart and flipped her over onto her back.

  “Oooh!” she gasped, caught off guard. But never once did she think to protest.

  “I made you a promise a little while back,” he said, sitting up and resting his arms on her knees. “Do you remember?”

  She could only nod and swallow with anticipation. The man was beautiful. The pale skin of his broad shoulders, his powerful arms, and chest reminded her of alabaster in the flickering candlelight. His eyes so black, those red streaks of hair, framing an impossibly handsome face, the Goth was almost too surreal to be real.

  “Repeat it to me,” he said with a hint a lusty snarl to his lips.

  Oh, he was so very real, of that Becky was as sure as the hungry look in his gaze.

  “Kelley…” She immediately reddened and attempted to hide her face under his pillow.

  “No, no, no.” He laughed wickedly as he tugged the pillow away. “No hiding. I want to see you, all of you. No more need for shies.” He crawled over her, pausing to look in her eyes. “Tell me or else…”

  “Or else what?” she asked sheepishly, staring up at him, running her hands over his chest, reaching around his shoulders.

  “Or… I won’t ever do it, and you’ll never know what it feels like,” he said, sweeping his hand over her belly, his fingers flirting with the softness between her legs.

  “What feels like?” she squeaked, knowing instinctively within herself that his threat was no more than a fleeting taunt.

  “My mouth, my tongue, right here,” he said softly cupping his hand over her sensitive flesh, his middle finger dipping ever so lightly into her warm wet depths.

  “I already know how it feels.” She giggled. “Remember, just now?”

  He couldn’t help but smile, watching her struggle to remain unaffected by his fingers on her sex. He then dipped his finger into dewy channel once more, wetting his thumb and forefinger with her sticky sweetness. He did this a few seconds longer, before going in for the kill. Snatching her quivering little clitoris between his fingers, he gazed into her eyes and gave it a gentle tug.

  “Uh… Kelley…” she gasped, clenching her thighs around his hand.

  “You like that?”

  She nodded enthusiastically.

  “Imagine my tongue down there, licking, flicking….”

  “Yes, Kelley, please! You promised,” she nearly shouted. With a worried look towards the bedroom door, she wondered if anyone had overheard her desperate outburst.

  “Please what? What did I promise you?” he persisted, staring down at her.

  She took in a raspy breath and started to speak, “That you would put your mouth down there and–”

  “And taste you!” He cut her off, the sultry sound of her voice, nearly causing him to come in his boxer briefs. Not resisting a moment longer, Kelley crawled down the length of her body, lining his face up with the sweet petals of her womanhood. Spreading her thighs wide with his large hands, he dove right in like a bear on honey.

  Overwhelmed, Becky nearly shot off the bed at his intensity. He immediately clamped down on her, looping his arms around her legs, effectively taking her lower half captive.

  Again, she was tugging on his thick black hair, because it was all she could to do to keep from crying out. He did promise to make her scream! If he kept at it, she just might, and wake up their unsuspecting housemates in the process.

  Thankfully, he must have caught himself and stopped just long enough to look up at her and catch his breath. “Sorry, love,” he said with glistening lips. “But that was a long time coming, and fuck, I love the way you taste,” he added, before diving right back in between her legs, albeit in a more controlled manner.

  Seconds later with long relentless strokes of his tongue and a little sucking action with his sultry lips, Becky gave into the most blissful orgasm of her young life. For a moment, it was as though she had fragmented into tiny floating particles in the candlelight. By the time she came back to ea
rth as a fully formed female, she opened her eyes to find Kelley by her side, leaning up on his elbow, staring down at her with a most cat-like grin.

  “I think I love you, Kelley,” she said with a voice laced with orgasmic afterglow.

  “I certainly hope so.” He chuckled, feeling quite proud of himself. “Now go to sleep.”

  “Sleep? But what about you?” she asked with a worried frown.

  “We’ll take care of me another time.”

  “You could make love to me. I’d be so willing,” she said, caressing his cheek with her hand.

  “No doubt, love,” he said with a gentle smile. “But… that would require me hurting you. I’m not up for that tonight.”

  “Hurting me?”

  “Yeah, my little virgin,” he said, kissing her palm. “I’ve never deflowered a virgin before, but I’ve heard that it hurts the first time.”

  “Oh…”

  “Yeah, so let me just enjoy this moment with you tonight.” He leaned down and kissed her softly.

  “Okay… but you will make love to me soon, won’t you?” she asked worriedly. As far as she was concerned, no amount of virginal pain could be bad enough to refrain from having sex with this beautiful man.

  “Perhaps sooner than you think,” he said with an indulgent smile “For now, know that I love you.”

  Wow, had he actually said that? Was she dreaming? “Really?” She blinked her eyes at him.

  “God, yes.” He leaned in and kissed her languidly before he turned them both on their sides, her back against his chest. “I love you more than anything in this world.”

  “I love you too, Kelley.”

  “I know, love, and I’m so very glad for it.” He kissed her once again. He then wrapped his body around hers and after a couple of lusty thrusts of his hips into her supple derriere, he forced himself to relax and eventually fell asleep.

  Early the next morning, Becky woke up first. Still enveloped in Kelley’s arms, she gently turned so that she faced him. He was still asleep. She smiled into his warm chest and nuzzled him with her nose, inhaling his comforting scent. She loved how it felt, being skin to skin with him. Although he was still wearing his boxer briefs, she was indeed entirely naked and the realization of it made her beam with joy.

  She didn’t know what inspired him to kidnap her from her bed last night, but she was very glad he had. In fact, she wouldn’t mind it if he did it again. Remembering what they’d done and how he’d made her feel, made her blush and excited all at once. Not resisting, she exuberantly kissed his chest and entwined her legs with his. Immediately he responded by flattening his hand against her lower back and pressing himself into her.

  “Mmm… Becky. You’re killing me, you know that?” he said in a sexy bedroom voice.

  He bent his head and kissed her forehead while wrapping his arms right around her body. His hands grabbing, caressing every inch of her bare skin. He planted kisses along her cheek, and her neck, and nibbled on her earlobe. He continued rolling his hips into the friction seeking spot between her thighs.

  “Kelley, you are so hard,” she breathed the words out without even thinking about what she was saying. “Are you in pain? Does it hurt?”

  He couldn’t help but chuckle. “Dreadfully so.”

  “Oh…”

  “Aw, Becky, I want you so bad,” he said, rolling her onto her back, holding her hands up above her head.

  “Take me. I’m all yours,” she said, eagerly spreading her legs for him, wrapping them around his trim hips.

  “Oh… I want to, I do.” Oh, how he wanted to take her. He was so close. It wouldn’t take a second to remove his boxers and slip inside of her. She was so wet already. He could feel the warm moisture of her against him. In fact, he would have taken her right then and there, had it not been for the nearby sounds of his housemates running about in the background, yawning loudly, flushing toilets, not to mention all those other mood killing sounds that went hand in hand with roommates!

  “Kelley,” she protested when he eventually pulled away from her.

  “Now is not a very good time,” he said, rolling his eyes at the very unfortunate sound of one or both of his insensitive male housemates breaking wind in the background.

  Becky couldn’t help but laugh at the situation. Poor Kelley, he looked so miserable. He sat up and pulled the blanket back, gazing at her nakedness with such a longing on his handsome face.

  “It’s not fair, is it?” he said with a half-smile before covering her back up.

  “No.” She giggled. “It really isn’t.”

  “Never mind, eh. We’ll figure something out,” he said, bending down and giving her a kiss. “How about some breakfast, love?”

  Chapter 39

  Let’s just say that as far as Saturday mornings went, this particular one was by far, Becky’s favourite. Something was definitely different in the air. Everyone around the House of Goths was in a very good mood. Whether it be the proximity of Christmas break, or perhaps they’d all gotten weary of being cold and detached with each other, Becky couldn’t quite say. Simply glad to be in their midst again was good enough for her. Having made her peace with Dorian the other day, and of course, Kelley last night, she was practically flitting around the house.

  If only she could say the same for Crispin. While he half-smiled at her as she and Dorian decorated the tree, his smile didn’t quite reach his dove grey eyes.

  For the most part, Becky had gotten over her self-conscious feelings concerning the guys. She’d pretty much convinced herself that she’d overreacted and that she had listened to way too much unsolicited advice from Gracie. She didn’t believe Gracie had purposely set out to mess with her head, though. In a way, Becky felt sorry for Gracie. But not quite as sorry as she felt for Crispin.

  “Wow, that’s a beautiful job of decorating that little tree, you two,” Kell said, sitting back in his chair, sipping coffee while Becky and Dorian proudly presented their work.

  “Yes, smashing…” Crispin added with lacklustre enthusiasm.

  “There, that’s me done,” Dorian said, dusting himself off of stray strings of tinsel as he stood up and stretched.

  “Where are you off to?” Becky teased knowingly.

  “I have a lunch date, not that it’s any of your business,” Dorian said, playfully ruffling Becky’s hair.

  “Oh? With a particular girl in a Santa hat?” she teased him.

  “Perhaps.” He winked, turned and left the room.

  “Well, I suppose I should get some errands done,” Kelley said, standing up out of his chair.

  “Let me get changed and I’ll come with you,” Becky offered, wanting to spend some more alone time with Kelley. She still couldn’t get over what had happened last night and what almost happened this morning before breakfast.

  “Actually, love, I’d rather just run out and take care of things right quick on my own. If you don’t mind,” Kelley said, effectively shutting her down.

  “Oh…” Try as she might, she couldn’t help but be hurt by his sudden need to be on his own. What was it that he had to do? Why did he have to go alone? Why couldn’t she just come with him? Why was he always running off by himself?

  Glancing at Crispin with an oddly conspiring expression, Kell started to leave the room. He didn’t make it three steps without Becky catching up to him, literally crashing into his back when he made a sudden stop to check his pockets for his wallet and car keys. “Hey, oops… watch yourself,” he said, catching her.

  Having bounced off his back like a lovestruck ninny, Becky could only rub her slightly injured nose. “Where… I mean, why can’t I come with you?” she asked with a slight hitch in her voice. Somehow, she’d gotten it into her head that they would be spending the day together, especially after last night.

  “Becky…” Seeing the doubt in her eyes nearly broke his resolve. Yet there was something he needed to do that he couldn’t put off another day. Something he had to take care of himself. Besides, it was a
good day for her to spend some time with Crispin. She’d made her peace with Dorian and that was great. But Crispin needed special attention of which only Becky could give him, especially now, following his ugly breakup with Gracie. The inconsolable Goth was not doing well at all, despite his stoic protests to the contrary.

  “Aw, what’s with the face? Come here, you.” He picked her up off her feet and rested his head against hers, mirroring her pout.

  “I thought… I thought we could…” she sputtered, wrapping her arms around his collar and burying her face into the wonderful soft leather of his jacket. She couldn’t quite form the words. Would he turn all aloof on her again? Would he pretend that nothing had happened? Just like before when he’d turned away from her?

  “Shh…” He carried her into the kitchen and sat her up on the counter, standing between her knees. “Listen, the sooner I go, the sooner I can come back,” he said, leaning in and kissing her softly at first, then hungrily, almost to the point where if he didn’t stop, he’d rip her yoga pants off and take her right there on the kitchen counter. She didn’t help things by literally dry humping him, with her hot little thighs tightly wrapped around him. “Fuck… Becky, you’re killing me.” He all but shuddered.

  “Don’t go,” she gasped when he pulled himself away while clamping her hips down onto the counter.

  “Oh, Becky,” he husked, pressing his forehead into hers. “You’re undeniable, you know that?” She could only shrug, feeling somewhat embarrassed by her behaviour. “Baby, trust me, this will happen soon enough. Just not right now.”

  “Later, tonight?” she asked, feeling awkward and desperate.

  “Later… we’ll talk,” he said with a smile, sliding her forward and helping her to the ground.

  “Okay then, if you say so,” she said, standing at a loss as he gathered his things. At the last minute, he turned, looked at her and came back. He leaned in for a kiss and frowned at the disappointment in her face.

  “Please, don’t look at me that way,” he pleaded.